He sat at the side of the street waiting for his sister to pick him up when he saw a bird with broken wings that wept a little and seemed to look at him with watery eyes asking what kind of a cosmic joke life as a bird was, blaming humankind for being so bloody brute and reckless and glorious in all their weird endeavours to succeed win share impress excel revenge improve surpass care - passionately. just to find the one thing. is it really that simple. all fuelled by one. could be pathetic, thought the bird. if it wasn't so damn cute.